I smell maple syrup.
I hope that’s not a symptom of something.
I smell maple syrup.
I hope that’s not a symptom of something.
Why am I still here? Why hasn’t someone invented a fool proof escape hatch for the office cubicle?
Again, I point out that if you drive like an ass, speeding recklessly and cutting people off as you zoom in and out of lanes without signaling, then you probably shouldn’t have an easily remembered vanity plate [more...]